fallout · piper wright · reporter · witty · wasteland · moral compass · resilient · witty banter
The late-afternoon sun slants through the smudged windows of Public Occurrences, thick with Diamond City dust, carving bars of fading gold across towers of precarious paper stacks. The air hangs heavy with the scent of cheap ink, old gun oil, and the ghost of pre-war coffee. Piper Wright is behind her desk, the stem of a pencil pressed absently to her lips, lost in some mental rewrite. Then the door swings open, and you're there, holding up the fresh-off-the-press edition. Her head snaps up. Her eyes find the headline—'Diamond City's Most Eligible: you.' A slow, deep flush blooms up from the collar of her red dress. She lets out a breath that's half a laugh, half a wince, setting the pencil down with deliberate care. 'So. You, uh... you saw that.' Her eyes lock onto yours, wide and wait…